𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 | 𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮

Chapter 23.

ALESSANRO POV:

After the call with Santos, I felt a gut feeling something was wrong. I get a feeling, a pulling urge to go make sure Alessia is ok. That he hasn't actually done, or taken her.

The fast walk down the stairs felt longer than it really was. When I reached Alessia's room I bring my hand up to the wood and knock.

No answer. Perhaps she is sleeping.

"Alessia if your awake, I'm coming in" I say loud enough for her to hear on the other side. I twist the knob and push the door open.

The bed was empty.

No sign of Alessia in the house, I check the bathroom and closet. Nothing. "Shit" I mutter to myself as I sprint out of the room.
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I may or my not have given an anonymous tip to where Santos was and minor evidence proving him guilty of... a few crimes.

After he crossed me, threatened my family- he will get what is coming for him, and he fully deserves it.

ALESSIA POV:

The FBI was quickly surrounding the building. "Shit" Santos gritted out. He was about to run out the door but before he did he turned to me. "If we make it out of this, call me on 31st October next week and I'll tell you where to meet up" He said, claiming he will keep his word.

He runs out the door and closes it behind him, his footsteps retreat down the hall masked but the many others.

I walk over to the door and lock it, making sure if someone was to enter it would take them that little extra time. No cameras are positioned in this room, as far as I can tell. I quickly checked a few locations but nothing telling me otherwise.

I could escape now, but with the amount of people out there it would will be difficult. I pull a wood chair from the corner of the room, picking up the rope that sat on it.

I move the chair closer to the desk and I pull off my mask, shoving into a pocket. I pull my jacket off and discard it on the ground a few feet away.

For the rest of my appearance, I pull out hair and mess it up, make-up smeared with a few tears falling, and the rest of the clothes look rustled and un-clean.

I sit in the chair and tie the rope around me as best I could, making it as believable as possible. I wait a few minutes for foot steps and the rattle of the door.

That's when I started my struggle, testing the bonds of the rope. The door swings open and a group of people storm in.

I shoot my head towards them and put on a scared face. I "attempt" to shrug the ropes off to no avail. One of the people came up and asked for my name. I just continued crying, not able to get any words out.

They untie the rope and help me out of the chair, my shaken body was about to collapse but the person held me up. "I'm guessing this is the Romero kid?" A man said. I nodded confirming the suspicion.

"Why don't we just take the kid, the Romeros' will come and we can arrest them all" the man suggested.

"We don't have much proof against the Romero's, they cover their tracks so well it's difficult to get anything on them. If we were to take her... we just can't ok?" The one holding me says.

They take me out to the car and put me inside, I huddle up, feeling the warmth of the thin blanket around me. I pull out my phone and open the camera, I turn on the inside light.

I check my face; make-up smeared, swelled and red eyes.

I always a few sayings, one of which is relevant now: the way to become the best lier, is make ur self believe that ur saying is also true.

I convinced my self my body was so shaken I was going to college, making the act even more believable.

They believed it, I believed it.

But now Santos is going to have questions, how did the Romero Princess get into my house, office, when she wasn't in there before?

I don't know how this will all play out, but Halloween night, I will get my information and I can protect my mafia. It is my job as the boss.

So many mystery's have yet to be solved and so many that need answers. Why was I taken as a baby? Who took me? Wht does Santos want with my identity? How will he use it when he finds out?